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[deafeninggalaxycandy]

✨️BUTTERS STOTCH HEADCANONS✨️

TW: mentions of alcohol, child abuse, hints of homophobia.

• Leopold Victor Stotch

• He/Him, She/Her (Genderfluid)

• Born on September 11th, 2004

• 5'6"

• Bisexual

• Friends with almost everyone in school. Even the goths have hung out with him once or twice.

• Butters was the first one to cut off Cartman after he got involved in another stunt that ended in him getting grounded and beaten by Stephen.

• Once Cartman started being decent, Butters forgave him almost immediately but still kept a distance until he moved away from his parents.

• Still dresses as Marjorine.

• Put puts glitter eyeshadow on ninja star scar.

• Listens to Alec Benjamin, Carrie Underwood, Dolly Parton and Lana Del Rey.

• Wears cherry lip balm (and eats it)

• Got a hummingbird tattoo from Kenny

• Has a pair of pink sneakers painted Hello Kitty on.

• Also amazingly good at art and drawing hyper realistic portraits.

• After years of being grounded, abused, and forced into dangerous situations, Butters started to genuinely hate his parents.

• As a teenager, he completely lost all love for them and a particular hatred for Stephen. He addressed them by sir and ma'am instead of 'mom' and 'dad'. He didn't even bother smiling or appearing cheerful for them, he just kept a blank face and emotionless tone.

• He moved out on his 18th birthday and cut contact with his family immediately.

• He didn't see them again until his grandmother's funeral when he turned 20. He feels guilty about it, but he smiled a little seeing her dead body.

• His father immediately got angry because Butters hadn't called them and was dressing more feminine than he did as a child. Butters finally lost his cool and cursed out Stephen, releasing all of his pent up rage at his parents. He hasn't spoken to them since.

• Has a big crush on Kenny but he values their friendship too much to act on it.

• Plays Hello Kitty games on his iPad. And Candy Crush.

• Absolutely LOVES sunflowers and tulips.

• Went through an emo phase in middle school

• He dyed his hair with Kool-Aid because his parents wouldn't buy him hair dye.

• Butters tried to drink when he was 13. He couldn't handle the bitterness of most alcohol so all he drinks are margaritas and Long Island Iced Tea

• He's still the same cheerful, happy-go-lucky idiot he always was. But he has way less tolerance for people hurting him and will stand his ground much easier. And he's finally went to therapy so he's not this time bomb of suppressed rage.

• Dresses up as Professor Chaos for every Halloween.

• He's kind of strong but he doesn't exercise so he can't lift much.

• Feels like a badass eating raw cookie dough.

Yall, does him dressing as Marjorine and going by different pronouns as that persona, count as gender fluid? Let me know.

Also Butters is so sweet and adorable he deserves the world.

LOOK AT HIM HES SO CUTE IM CRYING-

[s-4pphics]

i wrote ballerina!reader and tattooist!ellie bc i’m high and obsessed now

cw: oc being a slut, sexual tension, flirting, slight asshole!ellie, mentions of stripping and tattooing 🤭

you had walked into the parlor with the intentions of getting a small tattoo.

after confirming your age and signing some documents, the parlor clerk told u that it was going to be a ten minute wait because your requested artist—ellie williams— was still with another client. you had already sent her your reference photo weeks ago, in which she replied with a quick cool:p and a link to her cashapp to send your deposit to confirm your appointment.

you’d been suggested ellie’s account on insta and u took note of how sleek her artwork was. she did it all: cartoon characters, realistic portraits, animals! anything you could think of, she knew how to do. her shading and coloring was incredible, and her clients had left nothing but praises in her comments. you would never say, but u took note of how good her hands looked in the videos that she posted on her account.

you were mindlessly scrolling through twitter after watching multiple videos of waffle house employees fight for their lives before you heard a raspy call of your name. your head perked up, and you made eye contact with the girl who’d been plaguing your thoughts since you saw her.

you stood outta your chair too enthusiastically as you hopped your way closer to her. “hi, i’m her,” you confirmed with a toothy grin.

you noticed how she took in your appearance with a lazy gaze from your head to your toes. you were in your usual attire: a lavender sweatsuit with a rhinestoned juicy slapped across your ass, hoop earrings, and slightly worn uggs with your small bag slung over your shoulder. your brightness looked so out of place in the dimly lit, grungy looking building. instead of shying away, you gave your own eager gaze back, taking in her own presence: a simple black t-shirt with matching jeans, a full tattoo sleeve on her left arm that peaked out from her actual sleeve, and vans. her ears were also heavily pierced. her get-up was nothing special, but she still had your knees trembling.

she gave you a quirk of her brow as her lips pursed slightly before she turned to walk you into her studio. “cool, my studios this way.”

she led you near the back of the parlor, pulling open the brass door for you as she granted you entry. you pretended that you didn’t catch her looking at your ass.

“you can just sit here while i set up, it’ll be like… two minutes.” she said calmly, nodding her head towards the tattoo chair. she sounded tired.

“long day?” you stupidly asked. of course she had a long day, you idiot! look at her! you mentally scolded.

she was sterilizing her tattoo gun before she replied casually, “yeah, i um… between you and me… my last client was a douchebag. i had to put my earphones to keep from decking him in his throat. he just kept saying snarky shit to me and thought i wouldn’t catch it. fucker didn’t even tip.”

let me make it better, baby! you thought. i want your tip!

“damn, that sucks, i hope i can cheer you up,” you said with a dreamy tilt of your head.

she perked her head up to look into your eyes before humming in acknowledgment, looking back down at her work table.

she broke the silence a couple minutes later, sitting on her rolling chair before scooting closer to you and leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, “so your reference is done printing, where were you thinking about getting your tat?”

on my puss—

you mentally shushed the slutty side of your brain, sitting up straighter in the reclining chair, “well i’m a dancer! i’m not allowed to have anything super… visible on my arms n legs because it’ll be distracting to the audience—“

“i never heard of strippers having that problem,” she said abruptly with a confused look. your face ran hot.

“i-i’m not a stripper,” you stuttered out before clarifying. “there’s nothing wrong with stripping! but i’m… i’m not. i do ballet.”

“uh huh.”

“i am! genuinely, i’m super flexible!”

“so are strippers,” she said blankly.

fuck. you were losing her.

“i mean it! my academy’s headmaster would lose her mind if she saw that any of us got something permanent on our bodies. i was thinking some place more…. discreet?”

“mhm. like where?”

“m-my… my um.. hip. like my lower hip.”

“okay. how low?”

“huh?” you squeaked out. fuck. really, really low—

she smirked at you before calmly replying, “how far down do you want your tattoo? it’s pretty small so it should be quick.”

“i don’t know. as far down as you can get it,” you replied slightly huskier.

“uh huh,” she said with a slight nod while licking her lips. “lay back for me.”

and you never laid down so fast.

[hanaluna111]

Be mean to me

Ryomen Sukuna/Female! Reader

Summary: After a chaotic party you decide to end your relationship with Sukuna genre: light angst, college au (reader is in college) warning: usage of alcohol, toxic relationship, foul language, mentions of cheating, MDNI! Notes: Can´t write for shit (!!!) but Sukuna has me in a grip, english is not my first (nor second) language, so bear with me :( Words: 4.1k

"Where is your boyfriend?" Nobara questioned, sipping from her drink as you both held a conversation in the kitchen, not ready to return to the party. You shrugged your shoulders, still irritated with Sukuna, who had decided to ditch you for his friends.

The semester's coming to an end, which meant the exams were around the corner, your days consisted of relentless studying and last-minute reviewing until the late night.

The last time you saw him was weeks ago and you would have preferred to stay at home and catch up with him when he invited you to his friend's party.

He had grabbed your waist and asked, “When was the last time we did anything together?”

His hot breath on your neck, “Just this once, can't you just put your studies aside and have some fun.” pressing soft kisses on the most sensitive part, causing goosebumps all over your body. You loved him, and he knew you would never want to turn down his wishes, even if it meant going against your better judgement.

As soon as you stepped through the door, he promptly disregarded you to catch up with his friend Uraume. “I'll be right back, babe,” he said, not noticing your dumbfounded expression. Unbelievable, why did he make you come here only to brush you aside? You really looked forward to spending time together, but it appears you were the only one.

Sukuna was not the man you typically go for. He always carried himself with a slightly arrogant attitude and smug sense of self-importance, attracting followers wherever he went. You bit the inside of your cheek, taking in how the crowd parted for him, the girls eyeing him up and down like fresh meat, oblivious to his taken status. Can you blame them? He had it all – handsome features, an impressive physique, dyed hair and those delicious tattoos, which only added to the allure of the “bad boy” image that he projected. He was the type of guy every girl would love to have but knew they shouldn’t, as heartbreak was never far from him.

When starting a relationship with Sukuna, who was never interested in serious relationships and changed girls faster than his underwear, you knew that it was a risk. However, you were willing to go all in and prove that Sukuna could change for you.

The majority didn’t believe you both would last long which made you desperately prove them the opposite.

The first time you saw him was as a model for your anatomy class, the memories of it come flooding back to you.

You had been excited for this course, finally elevating your skills on how to draw realistic figures and portraits. However, you would’ve never expected an utterly mesmerizing, one-of-a-kind men stepping through the door.

Reflecting back on that moment, it wasn’t a surprise for someone like Sukuna to jump at the opportunity to showcase his body as he craved the spotlight and thrived in it.

His face took your breath away; you found yourself mesmerized by the black lines tracing the sharp contours from his cheeks to his jawline, soft amber eyes gazing intensely at you, appearing almost crimson. The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming, you felt every memory and emotion of yours is laid bare for him to experience.

He was the first to break off eye contact to talk to the professor, and you slowly let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. At once, your heart began to return to its natural beat as your body loosened from the intense grip of his hypnotic eyes, no longer victim to his spell.

You allowed your eyes to travel; the sight of his muscular physique fills your entire field of vision. The fabric of his black shirt was almost stretched to its limit, the outline of his well-defined abs prominent underneath, and his bulging biceps straining against the fabric, the seams ready to burst open any moment now. Protruding veins ran down his hands, where rings decorated his fingers and nails painted a deep shade of violet.

Your eyes travelled lower, feeling the tension building in your core, your mind going dizzy with desire. He wore loose grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and you just knew that his legs were muscular underneath. He moved slowly, starting to remove his clothes, and you weren’t sure if it´s just your imagination, but it felt like as if he was taking his sweet time stripping, showing off his bulging biceps as he moved his arms up. 

Now only standing in his underwear, you observed his body in its full glory, covered in a series of precise lines, tracing the outline of his muscles. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to run your fingers along his firm muscles, itching to trace every line and curve of his tattoos. Or how his long, slander fingers would dig into the soft flesh of your hips while your hands were busy roaming over his chiselled chest and broad shoulders. At this point every rational thought was thrown out the window, every fibre of your being in need of his touch. Sukuna´s toned body was the result of endless hours of intense training and dedication, that even the gods themselves would be envious of such perfection.

Raising your eyes once more, you were met by the sharp gaze of Sukuna, one eyebrow raised mockingly, and a smirk slowly spreading across his plush lips.

You felt your face heat up with embarrassment and your pulse rising. Shit, how obvious was it that you were checking him out? His smirk grew wider as he noticed you flushed expression, a malicious idea forming in his mind. While he was talking to the professor, he had felt you shamelessly admiring his toned physique. His need to humiliate you almost as strong and evident as his desire for admiration.

“Want me to take my underwear too?” he taunted you and made sure to stretch the fabric of his underwear with his thumbs, taunting with what lies beneath.

Utterly and completely mortified, you wished for the ground to open up and swallow you whole as you looked down on your blank canvas.

Asshole

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N, are you there?" Nobara nudged you in the side with her elbow, shaking you out of your daydream.

"Sorry, I was completely zoned out," you muttered, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, I can tell," she chuckled, "Felt like I was talking to myself for a second there.”

She grabbed your arm and gently pulled you out the kitchen. "Let's get moving, I can't stand seeing you waste your time sulking instead of partying.”

You were met with loud music thrumming in your ears, bones vibrating due to the heavy beat, immediately filling your body with energy. Nobara took you to the dance floor, pushing through the swarm of dancing bodies before turning to you and taking your hands in her. “Come on now,” she shouted “it’s time to bust a move!” you laughed for the first time since you arrived, putting your arms over your head and swaying your body to the beat.

The air was heavy with your laughter mingling with the pungent scents of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. Immersed in the moment, your worries dissolved as you danced your heart out, lost in the music, enjoying yourself despites your boyfriend’s sudden disappearance. The all-too-familiar aching feeling in your heart, which was a constant companion since you started dating him, slowly faded into the background.

As you lost yourself in the music, you didn’t even notice Sukuna walking towards you, his eyes followed each of your movements, appreciating the way your dress swirled and puffed around you like a wave as you spun. You were all he saw in that moment, the only thing that mattered to him, the sight of your twinkling eyes and your childlike smile brought out a soft grin across his face; there was something building in his chest every time your presence filled his senses, it felt like a pressure, restricting his oxygen flow. He didn’t understand why his chest tightened ever so slightly with each breath, but he also wasn’t afraid. Instead, he welcomed that foreign feeling, desperate for it to continue grasping him. He wanted more, he needed more.

Strong fingers wrapped around your waist and snapped you out of the dance as Sukuna greeted you with a sly smile across his face.

He drew your body closer, his heat seeping into your skin and making you feel hot. “Missed me?” he mumbled against your neck, his lips planting a soft kiss and sending shivers down your spine. You gave him the silent treatment as you couldn’t shake off the hurt of his abandonment earlier in the night.

When he attempted to kiss you, you moved your head at the last second. His hot breath touched your ear, a subtle sigh leaving his lips before locking eyes with you, a subtle twitch played on his smirk. “Why, is something the matter?” he asked, his grip tightening around you.

Annoyance flashed through his eyes, but as soon as he saw your crumbling expression, his attitude shifted drastically as he softly cupped your cheek, stroking it with the rough pad of his thumb. “Talk to me, baby.”

This wasn’t the first time that Sukuna had left you behind for his friends, you recalled the multiple times you had already spoken to him about this. God, it’s all so frustrating; Growing tired of his constant antics, you looked away, heat gradually crept up your neck. He should already be aware of why you were acting that way. Matter of fact, he should be the one to try and talk to you not the other way around.

Sukuna seemingly read your mind, understanding the reason for your upset. “I am here now, aren’t I?” he husks, angling your head towards his. You were frustrated with him, not liking the idea of brushing the issue under the rug once again and letting him get away without consequences. No, this time you wouldn’t tolerate his disespect. You were, after all, his girlfriend and not just a plaything.

The words had instantly left your mouth, your voice shaking with uncertainty as you felt him pulling away from you. “You keep doing this to me,” you pleaded with him, feeling downright deceived by his nonchalant attitude.

“Am I not a prior- “

“You´re making a big deal out of nothing. I'm here with you now, isn't that enough?” he huffed, his glaring eyes boring into yours. To him it was a pointless argument that didn’t need to happen.

His sudden outburst left you speechless and you were unsure what to say or do.

The sharp sting of his words clawing its way deep into your skin, leaving your emotions all tangled up in a confusing mess – was it not possible for you guys to have a conversation, why did it always have to end up in an argument?

Noticing the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, he ran his fingers exasperatedly through his hair, not sparing another glance at you. It was clear that he was through with the entire situation, disregarding your feelings.

“Come find me when you’ve calmed down.”

You wanted to call after him, but the harshness in his tone, and the way he abruptly turned and left you behind was to much for you to handle.

Instead, Nobara put her arm around your shoulder and guided you to the kitchen.

With emotions running wild, you found yourself pouring alcohol in your red cup and immediately gulping it down before pouring another.

A part of you wanted to chase him down and tell him that you were through;

but another dumber part of you wanted nothing more than to apologize him and take fault for the whole fiasco.

As if you did something wrong.

Your blood boiled at the pathetic thought, as you replayed the scene in your mind. Shame filled your mind, the realization that you were allowing yourself to be disrespected repeatedly made you more furious than the thought of him treating you with such.

“Son of a bitch, how dare he,” Nobara barked furiously, her loud voice echoed through the room. “His sorry ass should be glad to even breath the same air as you,” she continued, slamming her fists on the table with aggressive force, causing the liquids in your cups to slosh around, threatening to spill out.

She paced back and forth in front of you as she ranted, “He´s just- argh- I’m gonna beat him up.” The heat of her anger seemed to hit you like a blast of hot air. You’ve had only seen her so worked up before when Yuji went on a date with his former classmate Yuko, but she couldn’t longer handle the way her best friend was being treated in her relationship, taking every hit and blow. She always knew he was bad news.

Finally standing still, she puts her hands on your shoulders, a hint of frustration crossed her face as her eyes seemed to pierce through your soul, not giving you a chance to hide your emotions. „Are you happy with him?” she asked, her voice laced with concern. Your brows knitted together in confusion, having not expected that question, her words lingering in the air like a ghost.

It was those five little words that brought the truth to the forefront, releasing all the pent-up sadness that had built over time. Despite your attempt to hide the rough patches of your relationship from your friends and play everything off as alright (as they constantly told you to not involve yourself with Sukuna), you could no longer suppress your trembling within you, a sob left your lip shortly after.

It was as if the dam had broken, anger and hurt crashed relentlessly into you like strong waves to the point where you felt like drowning in an endless ocean of misery and despair, all for the sake of keeping the relationship afloat. In the expanse of your love for Sukuna, you found yourself submerged, desperately seeking to inhale fresh air, yet your lungs filled with salty water, the burning consuming you. Meanwhile he was standing safe and secure at the shore, looking down on you and simply watching as you struggled to keep your head above the water.

“No,” you replied quietly, your eyes darting around the room. “I feel like everything I say or do pushes him to the edge. He…He’s like a ticking time bomb.”

Shoko started shaking your shoulder, her tone stern. “You seriously need to-”

You interrupted her, admitting, “But…I don’t know if I am ready to leave him,” the internal conflict evident. Yes, you were be angry and hurt, however you still loved him enough not to want to lose him over something like this.

Those times when he didn’t act like a total jerk, he acted gentle and caring– a side not many got to witness, not even his younger brother Yuji. So, giving up on your relationship and leaving after he showed you his vulnerable side felt like betrayal on your part.

“Huh?” The air felt thick and heavy between you both. With her mouth wide open, Nobara’s face was frozen in a look of disbelief, as is she couldn’t believe what you were saying. How the hell did she miss the severity of your situation? She took a deep breath to gather herself, trying to find the right words before focusing her attention back on you. “How about we leave the party, hm? Sleep it off for now, and then you can tell me everything that has been going on with you two.”

Up to this point the alcohol hit you hard, spinning your head and clouding your thoughts.

You knew she was right, and you gladly accepted her offer, ready to end this chaotic night. But before that, “I need a cigarette.”

Exiting through the kitchen door, you both stepped into the garden, the warm summer breeze enveloping you, the air refreshing and calming. Looking around the garden, you spotted familiar faces such as Yuuji and Megumi, talking to each other. It has been weeks since you last saw them, and you wanted to catch up to them.

Suddenly, a fleck of pink caught your eye. You turned your head and saw Sukuna, leaning casually against the wall, an unlit cigarette between his curved lips. His eyes were fixated on someone before him, flickering with a flirtatious glint. When Sukuna looks at someone, he can make one feel like the only person in the world, the intensity of his undivided attention will leave you intoxicated, craving it like a drug you couldn’t live without. It’s the same look he gave you back in the early days when he´d forced you to talk after class with him. Now the same flirty look is directed at Mei Mei, who had positioned herself dangerously close to him. One hand lay rest on his bicep, while the other held the lighter, her eyes glued to his lips, waiting for them to curl to light up his cigarette.

A pang, no, explosion of jealousy seared through your body- a flaming hot flush spread from your cheeks down to your neck as your thoughts scrambled to make sense of what you were seeing. Tears started to form at your waterline. “This must be a bad dream,” you whispered to yourself, praying any seconds now you´ll wake up at your desk, your sketches splattered around as if no time had passed.

But as hard as you pinched yourself, the nightmare didn’t end, and instead you were haunted by their presence, her wandering hands on his arms, bodies almost flush against each other.

Your trembling hands clenched into fists as you tried to contain your anger.

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs, but all the words are caught in your throat.  Even through the ringing of your ears, you could hear the sounds of their laughter, echoing in your head, as if mocking you.

Suddenly, you were embraced in a big hug from your friend Yuuji. “Hey Y/N, what’s up?” he beamed at you, his loud voice almost bursting your ears as it pulled you out of your thoughts, only for you heart to drop in your stomach as your boyfriend looked in your direction. While you half-listened to Yuuji's endless ramblings, your attention was solely fixed on Sukuna's stupid lips, losing their smirk, his stupid eyes widening for just a split second and his stupid hands finally pushing Mei Mei away. As he walked towards you, you couldn’t help but wonder, would he have kept on going if he hadn’t been caught?

“Don't make a big deal out of this, okay? Just trust me." Your mouth hung open in shock, your brain struggling to process what he just said. You would’ve thought he´d come here to at least give you a half-assed attempt at an apology, and maybe show remorse for his actions, but even that was too much for his pride. The way he looked at you, his eyebrows pinched together, made your pulse rise, your body ready to lash out and hurt him as much as he hurt you.

You were reminded of all the times you were sticking up for him, fighting tooth and nail for your friends and family to give him a chance. He promised to try his hardest for this relationship to work, and like a fool, you trusted him. You should’ve known that you can entertain Sukuna for so long before he gets bored. “You left me to hang out with your friends, after you convinced me to come. You´ve been shitty and moody, ruining my entire night. And now you have the audacity to ask me to trust you, after I caught you cheating on me?”

“I´m not fucking cheating on you,” he sneered, eyebrows pinched together. Being so caught up with your boyfriend, you didn’t realize that everyone around you was silently watching and listening. But he did as he whispered through clenched teeth, “And stop making a scene, are you trying to get attention?”

A dry laughter escaped your throat as you began to walk away, far away from him. “I guess you´re right.” The tears burned your eyes, but you refused to let him see them. At this point you had no energy left, exhaustion finally caught up on you, the only thing you wanted was crawling into your warm and cozy bed. “I´m done with you and done with this relationship.”

“What do you mean done?” he asked, his quick footsteps almost catching up on you and he was hoping that you would slow down. “Babe, just wait a damn minute.”  he called, an exasperated sigh followed. Soon he overtook you with his long legs, his big hand circling your wrist, his grip as firm as cement, in vain you tried to pull your hand away.

“I shouldn’t have let her put her hands on me like that, I admit it,” the timbre of his voice changed, showing his dire attempt to look apologetic. “Only you´re allowed.” You didn’t feel any comfort; his words rang empty.

“Yeah, right.” Your eyes glistened with unshed tears, remembering the scene earlier, tugging at your heartstrings. You saw it in his eyes, how he almost gave in to temptation if not for Yuuji´s loud voice interrupting them. How could he not? Mei Mei is beautiful vixen. It´s obvious to anyone with a set of eyes that she was trying to seduce him and even someone as smart and quick-witted as Sukuna isn’t immune to her charms, as he is, after all, just a man. “Did you forget that you are mine, not hers? Did your thick skull seriously forget you have a girlfriend again?!”

“No. But do you seriously expect from me to totally ignore other women, because you´re acting like a jealous bit-”

Slap. The crisp thud of your hand slapping across his face echoed in your head. There´s a lingering tinge of numbness in your hand, but every fibre of your being was engulfed by an intense flame, that it didn’t matter. Sukuna held his now red cheek, the sharp pain left him stunned.

“Don’t you dare insult me,” your voice rose. “You humiliated me in front of everyone! Are you that desperate to entertain any girl who looks your way?” chests flush against each other, your eyes shoot daggers as you tried to contain the rage you felt.

“Do you honestly believe I´ll just sit quietly and watch while you cheat on me?” Your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence. “You may think you´re some kind of king, who can do whatever he wants. Well, newsflash, you´re not. You´re a nobody, a mistake. It´s over now, you’ve had your fun with me.”

He stood tall and broad, his muscles quivered with barely restrained fury, like a force on the brink of explosion, but he still managed to display a vicious grin that promises nothing but bad intentions. “I can't say I had my fun with you, can I?” His breathing became unsteady.

“Didn’t even let me fuck your stuck-up ass,” he sneered, each word he spoke was like a thundercrack landing nearby, the impact making you flinch. It hurt. It hurt so much, that you were unable to stop the tears pouring down your hot, blotched face.

“Aw, don’t cry baby,” he taunted, his thumbs wiping the tears from your face, smearing them all over your cheeks. “It's cute how you thought I actually cared about you. You were nothing more than a project for me, you know? Just wanted to see out how long it'd take for little miss prude to open up her legs for me. I guess we'll never find out now.”

He leaned in, grinning, whispering in you ear like it was some secret. “What a shame.”

With your eyes growing distant, you felt his sharp claws piercing your heart, squeezing the life out of it. Like the cruel monster he is, Sukuna ripped your heart violently from your chest, held it in his hand and feasted on it with his sharp fangs. His eyes turned cold, relishing the pained expression on your face, enjoying the sound of your gasps as it was some kind of sweet music to his ears.

In a swift motion, you rushed out of the garden, leaving him with his heart still intact while yours is shattered into a thousand pieces, Nobara quickly rushed up behind you. Once you were out of his sight, she wrapped her arms around you in a comforting hug as you screamed all your pain in a torrent of tears and sobs.

[estera-shirin]

Baby sculpture—Las Bocas (now Mexico), 1200-800 BCE

According to the Met: "This seated figure likely represents an infant gazing upward and raising its right hand to its mouth. The artist of this baby worked in a fine, white clay to produce a hollow figure subsequently decorated with a white slip and red pigment. Without marked gender and seated with splayed legs and its hands on its thighs, the figure has the posture, body proportions, and fleshiness of a human baby, though symbolic designs embellishing its body and a distinctive headdress distinguish it from a mere mortal.

This pudgy figure is one of the best examples of this class of human figures displaying characteristics of well-fed children, the so-called Olmec “babies.” The body of the baby was careful modeled to indicate realistic folds of skin and subcutaneous fat, evoking themes of abundance and plentiful resources. The face displays non-mortal characteristics, such as the stylized eyes, downturned mouth, and squared ears. The left portion of the figure’s back contains iconographic elements, such as crossed bands and crosshatching, possibly representing tattooing or scarification. This example is distinguished by its elaborate headpiece colored red-pink with powdered cinnabar and red ochre, that was probably used to anoint the tomb in which this figure was placed.

The babies share some iconographic and stylistic characteristics with the monumental sculpture from the Gulf Coast Olmec centers of San Lorenzo and La Venta, but seem to have only been produced during the earlier Olmec florescence between about 1200 and 800 B.C. This figure is reported to be from the central highland site of Las Bocas, in the Mexican state of Puebla, where a number of Olmec-style ceramic objects have been found. Others have been found in burial contexts at the sites of Tlapacoya and Tlatilco, in the Basin of Mexico near modern-day Mexico City. Researchers encountered a well-known pair of sculpted individuals—nicknamed “the twins”—in Burial 12, Offering 6, at Tlatilco, which share many characteristics with the hollow, baby-face figurines.

Supernatural infants play a significant role in Olmec art. These could be portraits of elite babies, infantilized portraits of actual individuals, idealized portraits of deities or mythological characters, or some other type of ritual agent. They could be memorials to infants that left this world too early, or representative emblems of whole lineages. The Olmec peoples may have been preoccupied with child-rearing and the mythological connections between the life cycles of infants and agriculture. In some cases, the ceramic effigies may have served as substitutes for actual infants in a sacrificial or dedicatory ritual, as there is compelling evidence of Olmec infant sacrifice or ceremonial burials. Mexican researchers working at the extraordinary waterlogged site of El Manatí (“the manatee”) found dismembered bones of newborns, perhaps neonates, and a primary infant burial in the fetal position. These were associated with miraculously preserved wooden busts, rubber balls, and greenstone ax caches. The faces of the wooden busts are evocative of similar expressions found on the ceramic babies."

[syntia13treeman]

Case files 02.01

what I think happened in:

Case 02.01, the case of "Portrait of Daria Gray" or "The artist becomes the canvas."

Daria's story is pretty straightforward. What we know about Daria: she's a struggling left-handed artist who used to wear a lot of hand-me-down clothes from her sister, and she doesn't like the way she looks. At some point she decides to get a bit of a makeover and, among more mundane things, she starts shopping for a new tattoo. She finds a deal too good to be true (it is) offered by one 'Ink5oul'.

Ink5oul is sketchy as hell, and definitely has something supernatural going on. The tattoo they gives Daria (with no input from her, WTF! - paintbrush, floral patterns and glittering symbols) hurts much more than it should, but also heals almost instantly.

Looking at the tattoo (which is 'perfect') fills Daria with sudden desire to paint an autoportrait (which comes out 'perfect'). And once that is done, looking at it again makes her realize she can adjust herself (and make herself perfect).

So she takes her painting tools, most notably a pallet knife, right to her own face (and soon pretty much every other body part) and gives herself an impromptu plastic surgery. Which goes on uninterrupted for several days (???!?!!?!) until her room-mate Sarah comes home. Poor Sarah walks in on Daria while she has a knife stuck in her jaw, understandably freaks out and punches Daria, at which point half of Daria's face collapses under her hand like putty.

Having no idea that her room-mate has been touched by the spooky, Sarah comes up with the only rational explanation she can think of, which is that Daria poured some acid on her own face (which is very comic-book logic, but maybe Sarah paid more attention to Batman than chemistry and biology class as a teen).

So now Daria has severely disfigured face, and also is officially considered suicidal and a danger to herself and must go to therapy. (Honestly, she needs therapy).

There are two things, aside from the obvious, that grabbed my attention here:

The voice. Narration in the first case was that of a pretty normal email - a little bit rambly, a little bit disjointed, referencing things that the recipient would know about that we can only infer. The second case had a perfectly average forum thread. This case... also starts out with pretty realistic voice - right until the moment Daria stats talking about the tattoo. Then suddenly this story gets ridiculously verbose. The way she describes the studio, the tattooing process, the tattoo itself, the painting process and finally the 'adjustments' - the details, the wording - there's no way a regular person talks that way. Not in real time, not about a traumatic event that they very much don't want to talk about at all. So where is this coming from? I think it's the ink. Until proven otherwise, I'm going to assume that Ink5soul's tattoo somehow infused Daria with power to 'express herself' perfectly in whatever medium she's using - be it words, paint, or her own flesh.

Invasion of privacy issues all over the place. First Daria's tattooing session is streamed for who knows how many Ink5oul's fans without her say-so, and then her be-damned therapy session gets intercepted by some weird basement government branch. Daria glosses over the former and doesn't know about the latter, but they are there. And there was that private email in case of 'Not-Arthur' too. I wonder how present this theme will be in rest of the show. One thing I can bet on: if one of the cases doesn't deal with a conspiracy theorist yelling about government spying on them, I'm gonna eat my hat. (And the poor paranoid guy will be 100% right, just not in the way they think).

[bacon-n-canabananalism]

Techno what are your favorite tattoos? Do any have significant meanings or any dedicated to certain people?

Oh hey, my first ask, let's see.. My favorite tattoos, huh? Well, I got a few of em but if I had to pick a favorite, it would probably be the one on my right bicep. It's a full color realistic tattoo of a polar bear with the world in its maw, and its canines are sunk into the north and south pole. It's representative of when Phil and I momentarily bought up the entire world. Good times. It's one of the few tattoos with color that I have.

All of my tattoos have some sort of meanin' to em, the only tattoo that doesn't— is one I'm not so proud of. Most of my tattoos are in black and grey and of victories 'n such, and I have some tattoos that have some red here and there. My favorite victory tattoo, other than the polar bear, is of a potato with a little pig face and a crown with cursive underneath that says, "All men can see the tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved — Sun Tzu, The Art of War". The other tattoos with color I have are like a mini cuff on my left arm, and they're representative of some people in my life.

A green hydrangea, a still yellow dandelion, a hyacinth, and an angel trumpet. The hydrangea represents Phil, the dandelion is Tommy, the hyacinth is Ranboo, and the person the angel trumpet represents is someone I no longer consider family. Also, I have an old—and kinda shitty—little diamond that I hand-poked to represent Skeppy, which was honestly the start of the cuff. The hyacinth was recently added.

Some black and grey tattoos I have on my thigh are memorials for some extraordinarily good dogs and polar bears. I plan on getting my comfort polar bear, Steve, as a tattoo soon. Not all of the memorials are portraits. Some are just paw prints.

I hand-poked a few of my tattoos, mostly when I was younger, but most of them were by other artists. A lot of them are no longer around honestly— but I guess that's just the downside of being around a while.

[satellite-sims]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Thank you for sending me this back! I usually don't talk about how much i love some of my edits. But it's their time to shine!

First of all i should say that this portrait of Debbie is currently a GEM among my edits. I love it so much with all of my heart. The hair, the makeup, the BLOUSE. And the colors! Lately i've been trying various color schemes to diverse my edits more and this one comes out very special to me.

Second favorite is Andrea's portrait. I was just testing tattoos on her and took this portrait almost randomly but i love the way she's looking. Her eyes are full of strenght. Her previous portraits wasn't my favorite for some reason (maybe because she wore much makeup)

These ones are pretty old (from 2021) but i still geniunely love them! Especially Naomi. The idea of recreating her was rather impulsive because i was binge watching The Expanse but she comes out insanely realistic to me! She is edited a lot, i know. But her whole face structure was fully made in game. I just added some little touches of highlighting and shading. This portrait was unusual to me since i usually don't take screenshots at the background with something (just blank color surface yk) and it was fun to edit, especially draw her hair! It was almost the first time i drawn curly hair.

Second one is my self-portrait! Still my favorite because of the hairstyle, i think. This is my favorite type. I dreamed about converting it since ages when i didn't have converting skills. Too bad it haven't had much attention when i uploaded hair :( Nvm, everything is calling out to me from the hair to the colors and neat editing in here.

My favorite portraits from sci-fi series (which is no longer exist now) Rhea should've been betrayer of the squad and Paula had a role of a smart android on board. She was designed by Aaron and he took his deceased wife as a "face claim".

Still in love with these two portraits!

First one is my friend and classmate Oksana. When i showed her my creations, she asked me to recreate her in ts3. I already thought about that before she asked since she is really unique beauty! And she was also the one who supported my sims-hobby and adored my every picture. That was so cute of her. She liked the result by the way!

Second one is my "son" Freddie! I love him with all of my heart, he is just cute in this sweater even with his serious look in the eyes. This simple portrait was just for a preview picture for contacts, but it ended up being my favorite as self-dependent picture. They both came up pretty and realistic to me!

And the last one closing my top of favorites is Francine. This picture has taken in far away 2018. It is named "autumn rhapsody" on my PC. Francine really means a lot to me as a character. I developed her very well, and i wish i could tell whole story about her someday. To me, Francine is bright and melancholic just like autumn. Her color scheme is also what reminds of autumn and the last rays of sunshine that lays down on the fallen leaves.

In general i have a lot of favorite pictures of mine but they weren't posted for some reason (i'm lazy to edit them) so i hope we will see more in future!

[artifacts-archive]

Seated Figure

Olmec

12th–9th century BCE

This pudgy figure is one of the best examples of this class of human figures displaying characteristics of well-fed children, the so-called Olmec “babies.” The body of the baby was careful modeled to indicate realistic folds of skin and subcutaneous fat, evoking themes of abundance and plentiful resources. The face displays non-mortal characteristics, such as the stylized eyes, downturned mouth, and squared ears. The left portion of the figure’s back contains iconographic elements, such as crossed bands and crosshatching, possibly representing tattooing or scarification. This example is distinguished by its elaborate headpiece colored red-pink with powdered cinnabar and red ochre, that was probably used to anoint the tomb in which this figure was placed. Supernatural infants play a significant role in Olmec art. These could be portraits of elite babies, infantilized portraits of actual individuals, idealized portraits of deities or mythological characters, or some other type of ritual agent. They could be memorials to infants that left this world too early, or representative emblems of whole lineages. The Olmec peoples may have been preoccupied with child-rearing and the mythological connections between the life cycles of infants and agriculture. In some cases, the ceramic effigies may have served as substitutes for actual infants in a sacrificial or dedicatory ritual, as there is compelling evidence of Olmec infant sacrifice or ceremonial burials. Mexican researchers working at the extraordinary waterlogged site of El Manatí (“the manatee”) found dismembered bones of newborns, perhaps neonates, and a primary infant burial in the fetal position. These were associated with miraculously preserved wooden busts, rubber balls, and greenstone ax caches. The faces of the wooden busts are evocative of similar expressions found on the ceramic babies.

source

[whitecreekvalley-if]

Do the ro's have scars or tattoos? (;

They all have a variety of scars, some major, some minor. Mace has the most small ones because he's a clutz and works physical jobs. The worst one is probably a straight cut over the left side of his ribs when he got kicked by a horse and fell into an unfortunately placed heap of debris.

Alice has the second most because she keeps breaking glasses at work and doesn't take precautions when cleaning up. And the physical farm job too. She doesn't have any visible big ones though, but she scraped her knee pretty bad one night walking home drunk, and the skin still looks funky. Her fingertips get the worst of it though.

Judge has a few, but they're bigger ones. Got one on his thigh where someone misfired a gun and it scraped him pretty bad. There was this time he fell down the side of a cliff and landed on a sharp rock, and the evidence is a u-formed gouge on his shoulder blade. Also got a bit of his eyebrow missing from being projectile hit in the face with a vase. There's more but those you can ask about in the game hehe.

Sadie has no visible scars, unless you count a little nick on the inside of her right ring finger where she somehow managed to wound herself while playing pool. Otherwise she's pretty good at keeping her skin intact, that lucky woman.

On to the tattoos! Mace has none. He wants one but he's a wimp.

Alice has some, like a peppering of different realistic flowers on her right forearm (was gonna be a sleeve but meh) and a huge memoriam tattoo for her dad over her right upper arm. It's a portrait of him and his favorite horse against a sunset, with his birth year over and death year under. She's planning on having more though.

Judge has the surname of the guy who shot him by the scar on his thigh (a very crude and wobbly "mooney", zero capitalization), and it's kinda funny. He doesn't really get the appeal of tattoos anyway so no more than that for him.

Sadie got a few minimalistic ones. There's the silhouette of two birds flying on her right wrist, a tattoo she shares with her mother. Then a little minimalist rose on her ankle, and a laurel leaf behind her right ear. She has an entire Pinterest board with ideas for more.

[skymim]

First look at at Miraak and Kaidan’s doll portraits!

Kaidan’s thinking, “I dont see what the fuss is about, Miraak doesn’t look all that tall-”

Miraak has a MAFbody and a repurposed Monster High head. There’s still a lot to do, but I’m glad to at least have a tall body and a proportional head with matching skin tones— it’s not easy finding articulated male bodies that are taller than Ken and cost under $100. Now Miraak needs a new face and hair (leaning towards a dark brown,) then he might get his head shrunk a little with acetone.

Kaidan is much simpler. His head (formerly Jacob from Twilight) already resembles Kai and has realistic features, which is such a relief. Transferring that head to the Made To Move body was a cinch and the color match is decent. He just needs his face tattoo and a reroot to give him long hair.

[despairforme]

Thoughts on portrait tattoos? How would he have reacted if one of his ex partners had gotten Nnoitra's face on their skin?

❝ My face on their skin? HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! ❞ He could not stop laughing, his shoulders shaking with each inhale. Just the mental image of his own face staring back at him from some place on one of his exes' bodies? IT WAS TOO FUNNY! He placed a hand against his chest as if to ease himself from the burst of laughter, which lasted for another long moment. When it died down, he was still chuckling.

Not only did Nnoitra have tattoos of his own, he'd also dated a tattoo artist for several years. So yeah, he knew a thing or two about tattoos. Portrait tattoos... He was not against them, but he thought you were pretty fucking STUPID if you got a tattoo of your partner. He, himself, had two couple tattoos. One he'd gotten with Kyota, and one he'd gotten with Grimmjow. Obviously both those relationships had, in the end, gone down the drain. But, the tattoos were not obvious relationship tattoos, so he didn't need to explain them to people ( not that anyone ever asked ). The one he'd gotten with Kyota was so tiny that for the most part, it was hidden beneath the bracelets he always wore. The one he'd gotten with Grimmjow was considerably larger, but - it was just a tribal sun tattoo, so no big deal. Grimmjow had a matching one - a moon. Yeah, getting couple tattoos had been fucking STUPID, and he was never going to do that shit again. That was something he probably didn't have to worry about, because the chances of him finding someone who'd want to date him in the first place... Let's just say the chances were slim.

While he'd been with Kyota ( the tattoo artist ), he'd seen plenty of his clients come in for cover-ups. Some of those had been portraits. Not always because the portrait was of a past lover, but because a lot of the times the portrait tattoo was shit. It made sense that doing a good portrait was one of the hardest things a tattoo artist could do. If you paid for cheap work? Your portrait was going to look fucking terrible. This was yet another reason not to get that sort of artwork on your body. What if the tattoo artist fucked it up? It was obviously much harder to tattoo a photo-realistic face than to tattoo a... Flower or whatever.

❝ I don't think anyone would be stupid enough 'ta get my face tattooed on 'em, but if they did, I'd laugh my ass off, 'fo 'sho. ❞ He was still chuckling, finding the whole idea so goddamn ridiculous. ❝ In general, I think people can get whatever tattoos they want. Ain't my business. If they wanna take 'da risk 'n get a portrait? It's their problem when they end up regrettin' it, or when it turns out lookin' like shit. ❞

[builtyouahousefromabrokenhome]

My fic in Sims 4 ... (part 1)

(Sorry in advance about possible uncanny valley effects lol!! And, yeah, I'm so sorry ... in general, for all of this xD)

I recreated OT5 and several of the locations in WBSMF in Sims ...

Part 1 - Harry, Zayn, Liam and Niall's house share in Shepherd's Bush:

Exterior views

(Only now I realised that a piece of the hedge in the front yard has gone missing lol, so the mailbox is standing weirdly on its own like that)

Next to it on the same lot is some kind of composite building with Louis' Ealing flat, Harry's Edinburgh flat, the first union office in the subterranean level, and Louis' Lewisham flat in one building, so they can visit all of them on the same lot and don't have to travel/load a new location for each of them. And there's a yoga/massage studio on the ground floor, just because ^^

Downstairs - the house is a very typical Victorian terrace house. Here it stands on its own though ... And there wasn't enough room on the lot to include a proper back garden like they have in the fic. (I suppose I could set it up between the two buildings instead!)

Zarry meet by the stairs. Living room, 'activity room' (with a yoga mat), and hallway/staircase. This was one of my very first builds in Sims, so it's not terribly pretty and doesn't have a lot of custom content that would make it look more realistic. ^^;

Zayn and his friends' art all over the walls everywhere ♥ Harry doing yoga in the 'activity room' ...

Liam comes to hang out by the fireplace. Fans have of course made custom tattoos for all of them to use in Sims ♥

Somehow I've really been struggling with Harry's face, while everyone else came out quite all right on the first try, at least for Sims standards. T^T Probably because Harry's face is so special and unusual and a bit weird, and really beautiful - and a simple game like Sims just cannot contain it ... ♥

In the fic the fireplaces are all defunct, but here in Sims they are working. That makes their house even cosier ... :3

The gym that Liam and Zayn set up in the cellar. Victorian row houses usually have a narrow coal cellar that could originally be accessed from the street, too.

Harry's room and the bathroom he shares with Niall. He has a little portrait of Louis on his wall, that Zayn painted ♥

He has a double bed because in Sims two people can't share single beds :(

Zayn and Liam's room. One of their house mates has left his guitar there.

Zayn is of course a painter in Sims too! For some reason he's left handed.

He's painted many portraits of Liam ♥

One of Liam doing sit-ups

One of Liam sleeping

One of Liam in his work clothes (he works as a life guard ♥ because there's no fireman career)

Another one of Louis!

Louis has tried painting a bit, too :3

Harry in Ziam's fancy bathroom, with the yin-yang carpet ^^ By default, sims hang out in their pajamas a lot ... But I guess at least for Harry that's pretty realistic :3

Of course there's art on the walls in Ziam's bathroom, too ^^

Niall heading upstairs

Niall's room.

Zayn painted that portrait of Niall, too ♥

Eating popcorn in the kitchen - each with their own little bowl :3

Gayming

(To be continued ...)

[midnightmoontattoo]

Exploring the Art of Tattooing: Lady Face Designs, Japanese Style Tattoos, Hannya Mask Symbolism, and Sailor Jerry Flash Tattoos

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Conclusion

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